I figured I would sleep on it, and hopefully, wake up the next morning with an idea. My nerves were calm, so it was easy for me to fall asleep. However, I woke up cranky the next day. I couldn’t come up with an idea! 

“What’s wrong with me?” I asked myself. 

“Many things.” My dad startled me with his reply, I didn’t expect him to be home. 

“So what’s up? Anything you wanna talk about?” I was hesitant at first, but I thought it would be good to talk to someone about this. I just never thought it would be my dad. 

“Alexis and I aren’t talking.” 

“What? Why?”

 I sighed, “It’s my fault. We got into a fight.”

 “About?”

 “Alexis saw that something was bothering me, so she wanted to talk. You know see what was bothering me, but I hurt her feelings and pushed her away.” 

“Now, you want to make it up to her, but you don’t know how?” 

“Yeah, I feel really bad. All she wanted to do was be there for me, but I ended up pushing her away, making her feel like she wasn’t my friend at all.” 

Dad gave me a smile and told me that everything would be alright. He gave me a hug and told me to stay home from school that day. Of course I asked, ‘why’, but his response was…

”It’s because you look like a witch hag who hasn’t slept for 200 years.” Insulting. Utterly insulting, but he was right, I did need sleep. And a lot of it.

I woke up at around 10:30am, I felt refreshed and well rested. I was no longer the witch hag, and although I wasn’t asleep for 200 years, I still looked good. Of course, my hunger had to, how you say, ruin the moment. I was starving! My stomach led me to the kitchen where a fresh aroma of food was present. 

“Morning, sunshine.” 

“Hey, dad.” 

“How’d ya sleep, kiddo?” 

“Good, where’s mom?” 

“Work. Pancakes?” 

My stomach answered that question with a growl. My dad laughed a bit as he set our food on the table. We said grace and dove into the food. “Athena?” 

“Hm?”

 “Alexis, stopped by.” I stopped eating and lowered my eyes to the carpet floor. 

“Oh.” 

“She seemed pretty worried about you.”

 “I know.” 

“Why don’t you two talk and work it out?” 

“I’m trying to figure out how. I can’t just walk up to her and say ‘hey, Alexis, let’s chat and make up’. It doesn’t work that way.” 

“Maybe it can.” I looked up at my dad with a curious look, I didn’t understand what he meant. 

“Listen, your mother told me that you and Alexis were a planning a sleepover, right?”

 “Sorta…” 

“So why don’t you two have a slumber party so you can talk and make it up. Or does it not ‘work that way’?” 

I smiled at my dad and he was right, a sleepover or slumber party would be a good way for us to talk, and hopefully make up.